Pieces of my insanity

Weeds

Far than contented, it must grow
Unnoticeably fast. Wild. Nobody cares. No purpose whatsoever. Only being distraction, of what? Those who was left unspoken, probably the wind or the air or just change of decades. They care not, they fear not. He did send some tasks, yet still unrevealed to thou. Those who was left unspoken, unclear and undecided. What are you for?